The Helix Nebula, referred to as the "Eye of God" because of it's appearance.
This image depicts the so-called Helix Nebula, described by astronomers as "a trillion-mile-long tunnel of glowing gases." At its center is dying, Sun-like star which has ejected masses of dust and gas to form tentacle-like filaments stretching toward an outer rim composed of the same material. The Sun itself may look like this in several billion years.
HURRICANE ISABEL
THIS IS AWESOME....

For all of the scientists out there, and for all of the students who have a hard time convincing these people regarding the truth of the bible, here's something that shows God's awesome creation, and that He is still in control. Did you know that the space program is busy proving that what has been called "myth" in the bible is true? Mr. Harold Hill, president of the Curtis Engine Company in Baltimore, Maryland and a consultant in the space program, relates the following development. I think one of the most amazing things that God has done for us today happened recently to our astronauts and space scientists at Greenbelt, Maryland. They were checking out where the positions of the sun, moon, and planets would be 100 years and 1,000 years from now. We have to know this so we won't send up a satellite and have it bump into something later on in its orbits. We have to lay out the orbits in terms of the life of the satellite and where the planets will be so the whole thing will not bog down. They ran the computer measurement back and forth over the centuries, and it came to a halt. The computer just stopped, and put up a red signal, which meant that there was something wrong with either the information that was fed into it or with the results as compared to the standards. They called in the service department to check it out, and they wanted to know, "What was wrong?" Well, they found that there was a day missing in space in lapsed time. And there was no answer why. Finally a Christian man on the team said, "You know one time in Sunday school they talked about the sun standing still." While they didn't believe him, they didn't have an answer either, so they said, "Show us." He got out his bible and went to the book of Joshua, where they found a pretty ridiculous statement for anyone with common sense. There they found the Lord saying to Joshua, "Fear them not, I have delivered them into thy hand; there shall not a man of them stand before thee." Joshua was concerned because he was surrounded by the enemy, and if darkness fell, they would overpower them. So Joshua asked the Lord to make the sun stand still. That's right....The sun stood still and the moon stayed and lasted not to go down about a whole day! (Joshua 10:12-13) The astronauts and scientists said, "There is the missing day!" They checked the computers, going back into the time it was written and found it was close, but not close enough. The elapsed time that was missing back in Joshua's day was 23 hours and 20 minutes...not a whole day. They read the bible again, and there it was written "about a day." These little words in the bible are important, but they were still in trouble because if you cannot account for 40 minutes, you'll still be in trouble 1,000 years from now. Forty minutes had to be found because it can be multiplied many times over in orbits. As the Christian employee thought about it, he remembered somewhere in the bible where it said the sun went BACKWARDS. The scientists told him he was out of his mind, but they got out the bible and read these words in (2 Kings 20:8-11) that told of the following story: Hezekiah, on his death bed, was visited by the prophet Isaiah who told him that he was not going to die. Hezekiah asked for a sign as proof. Isaiah said, "Do you want the sun to go ahead 10 degrees?" Hezekiah said, "It is nothing for the sun to go ahead 10 degrees, but let the shadow return backward 10 degrees." Isaiah spoke to the Lord, and the Lord brought the shadow ten degrees BACKWORDS! Ten degrees is exactly 40 minutes! Twenty-three hours and 20 minutes in (Joshua 10:12-13), plus 40 minutes in (2 Kings 20:8-11) make up the missing day in the universe. Isn't this amazing? Science is trying so hard to disprove the theory of evolution, and here they are proving that the bible is real, and of course that must mean, "THAT THERE REALLY IS A GOD!".......poor Darwin.

Bible References: Joshua 10:12-13 and 2 Kings 20:8-11

Internet Reference:
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Phone (410) 536-1203 (800) 573-9200 Fax (410) 536-2098
Website address: http://www.curtisengine.com/AboutUs/about_us_overview.cfm
This picture has generated much interest and brought me many e-mails inquiring as to the validity and the location of this mountain.
Well, I finally received an e-mail on August 18, 2007 about this photo. It seems this photo is the result of a contest sponsored by Worth 1000.com.
Worth 1000.com
These were the contest rules:
SLEEPING CAT MOUNTAIN
GREECE COASTLINE - Can you see the gator?
A true story...

In March, 1999 a man living in Kandos (near Mudgee in New South Wales) received a bill for his as yet unused gas line stating that he owed $0.00. He ignored it and threw it away.

In April he received another bill and threw that one away too. The following month the gas company sent him a very nasty note stating they were going to cancel his gas line if he didn't send them $0.00 by return mail. He called them, talked to them, and they said it was a computer error and they would take care of it.

The following month he decided that it was about time that he tried out the troublesome gas line figuring that if there was usage on the account it would put an end to this ridiculous predicament. However, when he went to use the gas, it had been cut off.

He called the gas company who apologised for the computer error once again and said that they would take care of it. The next day he got a bill for $0.00 stating that payment was now overdue. Assuming that having spoken to them the previous day the latest bill was yet another mistake, he ignored the bill, trusting that the company would be as good as their word and sort the problem out.

The next month he got a bill for $0.00. This bill also stated that he had 10 days to pay his account or the company would have to take steps to recover the debt.

Finally, giving in, he thought he would beat the company at their own game and mailed them a cheque for $0.00. The computer duly processed his account and returned a statement to the effect that he now owed the gas company nothing at all. A week later, the manager of the Mudgee branch of the Westpac Banking Corporation called our hapless friend and asked him what he was doing writing cheque for $0.00.

After a lengthy explanation the bank manager replied that the $0.00 cheque had caused their cheque processing software to fail. The bank could therefore not process ANY cheques they had received from ANY of their customers that day because the cheque for $0.00 had caused the computer to crash.

The following month the man received a letter from the gas company claiming that his cheque has bounced and that he now owed them $0.00 and unless he sent a cheque by return mail they would take immediate steps to recover the debt.

At this point, the man decided to file a debt harassment claim against the gas company. It took him nearly 2 hours to convince the clerks at the local courthouse that he was not joking but convince them he did and they subsequently assisted him in the drafting of statements which were considered substantive evidence of the aggravation and difficulties he had been forced to endure during this debacle.

The matter was heard in the Magistrate's Court in Mudgee and the outcome was this:

The gas company was ordered to:

[1] Immediately rectify their computerised accounts system or show cause, within 10 days, why the matter should not be referred to a higher court for consideration under Company Law. [2] Pay the bank dishonour fees incurred by the man. [3] Pay the bank dishonour fees incurred by all the Westpac clients whose cheques had been bounced on the day our friend's had been. [4] Pay the claimant's court costs; and [5] Pay the claimant a total of $1500 per month for the 5 month period March to July inclusive as compensation for the aggravation they had caused their client to suffer.

The boss was complaining in our staff meeting the other day that he wasn't getting any respect. The next day, he brought a small sign that read:

"I'm the Boss!"
He then taped it to his office door.
Later that day when he returned from lunch, he found that someone had taped a note to the sign that said:
"Your wife called, she wants her sign back!"
WATCH YOUR STEP!
It must have taken a lot of imagination and talent, not to mention time and patience, for someone to paint this bathroom floor.
This is a true story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid.

THE TABLECLOTH-
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc., and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm, hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church. By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor." She asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria. The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the tablecloth. The woman then explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. She was captured, sent to a prison camp and never saw her husband or her home again. The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth, but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home; that was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job. What a wonderful service the church had on Christmas Eve, and it was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving. The man asked him where he had gotten the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to the one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war, and he wondered how there could be two tablecloths so much alike. He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put into a prison camp. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between. The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island, to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman home three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door, and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
Short of building materials, early mining camp settlers made their shelters out of whatever they could get their hands on, including discarded bottles. Saloons were among the first commercial structures in the camps so there were plenty of liquor bottles on hand.
This building has been built almost entirely from glass bottles.
Buildings made from bottles can still be found in Nevada
No explanion needed for this one - and I don't imagine it was too comfortable.
"Even the dog is smart enough to stay outside"
Nothing is known of the Calico House's origins. It might have been created in Calico or brought there from another ghost town, possibly even Nevada. But it is also possible that this is a modern reproduction. When raw mining camps sprang up in remote locations in the West, residents sought shelter wherever they could find it. Often far from established travel routes, the mining towns found themselves short of necessities. Before freight lines caught up to the boomtowns, construction materials were in such short supply that Westerners thought up some bizarre construction techniques to meet the demand. They lived in everything from dugouts in the ground to houses constructed of discarded bottles. Saloons numbered among the first commercial structures erected in most mining camps. Freight lines often carried supplies of liquor for these establishments before other essentials arrived. Before long, dumps surrounded the boomtowns, full of beer, wine and liquor bottles. In some towns the castoff glass replaced brick or stone as building materials for part or all of many styles of buildings. Set in concrete or adobe mortar, the glass proved to be strong and durable. Best of all, it was available free of exorbitant freight charges. That had already been paid by the men who emptied the bottles in the saloons. This inventive solution to a housing crisis of yesteryear would bring praise to builders today for their recycling efforts. A meager handful of bottle houses survive today in several old Nevada towns and a few other places. Before anyone realized their uniqueness, most were dismantled or destroyed. One house that met such a fate in Tonopah may be seen today only in photographs. The sturdy, square little dwelling with a hip roof stood for decades on a Tonopah side street. It is shown currently in a historical photographic exhibit at the Nevada State Museum & Historical Society, 700 Twin Lakes Drive, courtesy of the Central Nevada Museum in Tonopah. Fortunately, preservation efforts are under way for other bottle houses. An early preservation attempt by Walter Knott of Knott's Berry Farm in Southern California assembled a haphazard collection of buildings from abandoned mining camps all over the West. Knott used some of the buildings at the berry farm and stored others at the site of Calico, an authentic ghost town near Barstow, Calif., then owned by the Knott family. Calico later was deeded to San Bernardino County for a regional park.
A fine bottle house stands among the structures seen today in Calico, but historians cannot trace its origins. Visitors to Calico enjoy looking at the unusual structure with its large star of contrasting bottles at one gabled end. The Calico bottle house may be original to the town or it may have been imported from some other ghost town, perhaps even Nevada. Only Knott knew its story. In contrast, the story of the most famous bottle house in Nevada is well-known. A Rhyolite resident built the bottle house near Beatty in 1906 when Rhyolite was at the center of a thriving Nevada gold mining district. An estimated 20,000 to 50,000 bottles held together by adobe were used in the construction of the single-story, L-shaped structure with its railed wooden porch and gingerbread trim. The bottle house was reconstructed in the 1920s when it appeared in a silent film called "Wanderers in the Wasteland," a Zane Grey tale. The Rhyolite bottle house remained a residence despite its fame, inhabited by Tommy Thompson, a friendly character who reportedly was a musician in some of the dozens of saloons in Rhyolite during its boom years. The bottle house became such an attraction that one room was used as a small souvenir shop for many years. In 1990, Rhyolite devotees became alarmed when a section of one wall collapsed, perhaps because of renewed activity at a nearby gold mine and mill site. A group called Friends of Rhyolite formed to save the bottle house and other remnants of the old town. The group oversaw the wall repair and formulated a plan for continued maintenance and protection of old Rhyolite's historic remains. As Nevadans recognize the importance of historic preservation, even small communities guard their heritage. Tiny Round Mountain in Central Nevada boasts a cellar made of bottles long ago. The original town now lies surrounded and dwarfed by mountains of rock waste as huge earth-moving equipment processes old tailings. The modern mining facility employes a large workforce. Most live in a settlement in the valley removed from the old town by several miles, but still called by the historic name. A road skirts the tailings to reach the old town site.
Goldfield claims the largest number of bottle houses still standing. As motorists on U.S. Highway 95 cruise through town, they notice two bottle houses right along the highway. The first is opposite the Esmeralda County Courthouse next door to the charming Victorian home built by fight promoter Tex Rickard in the early 1900s when Goldfield boomed. This little residence built of bottles now houses a business, its sturdy walls still in good condition. Restoration continues on a second bottle house at the opposite end of town. Unoccupied for the past few years, the house had begun to deteriorate. Walls are being repaired with bottles and concrete mortar like the original construction. On a business street near the courthouse sits Goldfield's third building constructed of bottles. This building housing a bar is Goldfield's sole surviving commercial structure built of bottles and mortar. Where siding has been stripped away from a side wall, the underlying rows of bottles placed side by side are visible. Until this spring, no one knew there was a fourth bottle house in Goldfield. During cleanup in preparation for Goldfield's auction of county-held parcels in June, the ruins of this old dwelling were accidentally discovered under flash-flood debris, perhaps dating from a devastating flood in 1913. The ruins of this bottle house have been covered over to protect them until possible future restoration.
Tornado - "Too Close For Me"
Over 400,000 flowers - AERIAL PHOTO TAKEN BY BILL MORSON
This Floral Flag is 740 feet long and 390 feet wide and maintains the proper flag dimensions, as described in Executive Order #10834. The flag is estimated to contain more than 400,000 red and white Larkspur plants, with 4-5 flower stems each, for a total of more than 2 million flowers. Each star is 24 feet in diameter; each stripe is 30 feet wide. This flag is 6.65 acres and is the first Floral Flag to be planted with 5 pointed stars, comprised of White Larkspur. Between the fields where the flag is planted, there are more than 9 miles of flower fields that go all the way to the ocean. The flowers are grown by seed companies. It's a beautiful place to see, close to Vandenberg Air Force Base. You can drive by this flag on V Street, south of Ocean Avene in Lompoc, California.
SATELLITE VIEW
How's this for a funny face?
Here's a fish story your going to love!
Yes, these photographs are real, taken at Sandalwood Lake in Kansas on 28 May 2004. An account of the circumstances under which the pictures were taken appeared in the Wichita Eagle on 30 May 2004: From Panama to the Great Lakes, Bill Driver's done pretty well fishing over the past 50 years. Now he's wondering if he'd have done even better with a different kind of bait. "I never considered using a kid's basketball," Driver said. "Maybe I should have."
Friday afternoon, Driver was standing on the deck of his house near 119th Street West and Central when he saw an eight-inch ball floating in Sandalwood Lake. Noticing the ball wasn't floating normally, Driver wandered to his dock for a closer look. A catfish had its mouth stuck around the ball. Driver hollered for his wife, Pam, to get a camera while he unrigged the sail from his nine-foot boat, wading into the lake and corralling the fish toward shore with the sail as a seine.
Several times, the flathead tried to dive, only to have the ball buoy it back to the surface. The fish appeared to be exhausted and offered little resistance once in the shallows. Things may have gone easier had the fish the strength to struggle. "I just couldn't pull that ball out of its mouth," Driver said. "I was lifting it up out of the water as best I could by the ball. I finally sent my wife to the house to get a knife."
Driver carefully deflated the ball. Estimated at 50 pounds, the fish swam toward the deepest part of the lake. Driver has no plans of targeting the fish in the near future. Instead, he'll probably continue to fish for the bass and panfish that swim within the one-acre lake. "I guess I might try fishing with a golf ball," Driver said. "Smaller fish, smaller bait."
Tombstone inscription seen in a cemetery:

Remember this, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, so shall you be,
Remember this and follow me.

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:
"To follow you I'll not consent. Until I know which way you went."
Crappy Paint Job
Sporty Paint Job
Remember when gasoline was cheap? I remember paying .19 a gallon for gas back in the 1960's. Five dollars would fill up your tank. You'd get your windows washed, tires & oil checked, and usually a free gift just for stopping in. Plus most all places gave out S & H Green Stamps back then when you made a purchase. S&H Green Stamps could be redeemed for all sorts of household items and appliances, once you had enough books full of stamps. (I sure miss those days).
Cowan, Tennessee
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